The next morning I woke up with the comforting sensation of Grant hugging me from behind. I lay for while, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. His soft breathing told me that he was still asleep. it felt so good that I tried not to move, wanting it to last as long as possible. Eventually though, I couldn’t wait any longer and I had to get out of bed to go to the bathroom.

When I came back Grant was lying on his stomach, spread-eagled across the width of the bed. He looked so sweet, like a little boy. The contrast between the picture of innocence that I had before me now and the rampant sex beast that I had witnessed spraying his cum all over the stage the night before, couldn’t have been sharper.

A lot of things had happened in the last few days and I realised that I was having trouble keeping up. I was suffering a kind of culture shock. All of the rules that I had been indoctrinated with as a ‘straight’ person no longer applied and I was feeling a vacuum. It had left me a little disoriented and like a top that is no longer spinning around its centre of gravity, I was wobbling.

I stood looking at Grant trying to make sense of it all. I now knew that it was up to me to make the rules. I would have to fall back on that innate sense of right and wrong that we all seem to be born with and decide for myself what was acceptable to me and what wasn’t. I felt a pang of fear that was immediately replaced with a sense of liberation.

Using my new sense of empowerment I thought about the night before and realised that seeing Grant up on stage had been exciting to me. It had turned me on. It seemed to go against all that I had thought was normal between lovers. However, when I thought about it more I realised that I didn’t have to feel threatened. I knew that it was just sex for him. It was a guy getting his rocks off and that didn’t detract from how he felt about me because he hadn’t really felt anything for the other guy. Add to that, the fact that Carlos had been sucking me off at the same time and I really had no grounds for complaint, especially when it had been I that had pushed him up there. Finally I felt like I was gaining a bit of perspective.

Looking at Grant he now seemed so pure and good that I couldn’t resist bending over and kissing him lightly on the lips, he really was gorgeous and I felt so privileged and proud that we had come this far together.

Like the sleeping beauty my kiss woke him. He smiled softly.

“How’s my porno star this morning?” I whispered in his ear.

“Oh my God! Don’t!” he groaned covering his face with his hands. “What was I like!”

“You should be proud!” I said “You’re the only person I know that has made about fifty guys cum all at the same time, and one of them was me.”

He reached up and took hold of my arm pulling me down on top of him, hugging me and rolling over, tangling us both up in the sheet that covered him. We laughed and wrestled for a few seconds before coming to rest side by side in a tight embrace.

Just then the door opened and Mark came into the room.

“For goodness sake! Give it a rest you two!” he shouted in mock disgust. “It’s past midday already. Are you two getting up or are you going to spend all day having sex?”

We laughed and disentangled ourselves, I lifted myself up into a sitting position. As I did so, I couldn’t help noticing Grants erection through the thin sheet. Mark noticed it as well.

“Tell you what. I’ll come back in a few minutes shall I?” he said.

“No! No! I’m saving this for when I have an audience.” Joked Grant, as he grasped his stiff shaft through the thin sheet.

“You might have to save it a long time then.” replied Mark. “Because that was a once in lifetime experience. I just regret not having a camera to record it all. It would have gone down well on the net. Then you really could have been famous!” he laughed

“No, seriously. I feel like a quite night tonight.” said Grant “It’s all been a bit a whirlwind the last few nights and I’m feeling the need for a bit of tranquillity to help me to get my bearings again.”

“Okay, a quite night it is.” we agreed.

After having brunch we sat in our favourite spot by the pool again. This time, when Carlos came over, we chatted for a while. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by the night before and joked with us as if he had known us for years. We all watched him saunter off in his usual laid back way, the top of his tanned ass on display to a very appreciative audience.

Our quiet night turned into a quiet two days. We spent most of our time around the pool and the rest on short trips to the shops to buy trinkets and sun tan lotion. Now that we all had a love interest the wild nights of debauchery were of less interest. That isn’t to say of no interest. Just less interest.

As we approached our second week, we were all well tanned and healthy looking. We had gotten used to the super strong drinks so had a bit more self control and didn’t get drunk almost straight after breakfast as we had at the beginning. Grant and I were finding new ways of making love that I had never even imagined before and it seemed that every time it became more intense. There was no doubt about it. I was falling in love and it scared me. However, Grants rock steady, unwavering, common sense attitude turned out to be the perfect foil to my occasional insecurities and prevented near disaster on more than one occasion.

One afternoon we were walking around the shops when Mark said “We haven’t been to The Dunes yet. Do you two fancy taking a look?”

I had seen lot’s of tourist postcards with photo’s of Sahara type sand dunes, and we had even been quite close to them on one occasion, but we had never actually bothered to take a close look.

“Is there anything to see except sand?” I asked. “I don’t mind taking a look but I can’t imagine there’s really that much to see.”

Mark laughed “You’d be surprised!”

By the look in his eye and his dirty laugh we could tell that he had been holding something back all this time and we started to become more interested. He wouldn’t tell us anything except that it was a well frequented spot and that it would be part of our Gay education.

So, after lunch the three of us packed a bag with our beach kit, plenty of water and something to eat. After walking for about half an hour along the promanade we came to a spot just behind one of the many large hotels where a track led off into the dunes. It was obviously well trodden but from our point of view seemed to lead nowhere.

“Are you sure about this? asked Grant. “It looks a really long way to the sea.”

Even as he spoke a couple of guys passed us and scrambled down the rocks and onto the sand below. In the distance we began to make out couples and individuals threading their way between the dunes.Mark just looked at the guys and then at us, eyebrows raised.

“Sure!” he replied.

Carefully we too picked our way over the few rocks that separated the promanade from the sand and began what turned out to quite a long treck. The dunes seemed to go on forever and within a short time we could see neither the sea nor the town. Silently we plodded on, staring at the sand in front of us, wondering what we were letting ourselves in for.

As we walked, a constant procession of guys came from the opposite direction. Some of them young and good looking but most of them older and with the seemingly compulsary round belly. As a young guy I never could understand why guys did that to themselves. I vowed never to let it happen to me. Gradually, the dunes flattened out and became more like mounds than mountains.

“Nearly there!” announced Mark.

‘Nearly where?’ I wondered. Mark pointed in the direction of some low scrub. As we got closer we realised that it extending for what seemed kilometres in every direction. Leading into it were several well beaten paths. We chose the one in the centre and entered the maze of bushes. I felt like I was entering the labyrinth of the minotaur.

At first we didn’t see anything, then turning a corner, we came across a clear patch of sand off to one side. Stretched out on a towel was a guy of about thirty five. He was completely naked and deeply tanned from many hours of lying in wait. He was proudly displaying his erection and as we passed he began to play with it hoping to entice us. Perhaps I’m being unfair but he reminded me of a spider ready to pounce on any unsuspecting moth that strayed too close.

Now I was getting the idea of what this place was all about. It was a network of little hideaways and clearings and in most of them were guys in various states of undress, playing with erections or actually having sex. I was blown away and a little intimidated. I think the surroundings were having the same effect on Grant because he reached forward taking hold of my hand as I walked in front of him. We walked in silence for a while taking it all in. Trying to decide if this was heaven or hell.

Eventually we came to a break in the bushes that opened out onto a couple of larger dunes. There were just a few guys dotted about the sand, seemingly uninterested in what was going on a short distance away. We set down our things and took out some water.

“Yeah! You’d be amazed!” replied Mark. “You don’t know the half of it. Don’t let it phase you though. Just
because it’s there and it’s gay doesn’t mean you have to take part or approve. You have to decide for yourselves.”

“I don’t disapprove. Let’s face it, if I came across a guy that was hot in there and he was up for it I’d be in there. It’s just that it seems so brazen. It’s not like the night clubs. They have the loud music, the smoke, the darkness, the alcohol. Here it’s all out in the open, bright sunshine and sober. It’s just a bit of a shock.

We sat for a while thinking about what we had seen and then laid out our towels to do a bit of sunbathing. As we were in the nudist area it felt silly to wear trunks. We undressed slowly, none of us wanting to be the first to be completely naked. When Grant sat on his towel though, and whipped off his underwear, we all followed in quick succession.

We could then see that none of us was completely soft. In fact Grant was nearly fully hard. Trying to ignore each others growing erections we lay back on our towels.

After a few minutes I asked Grant “Do you want to go back in there?”

“I’m not sure. Do you?”

“Not sure either.” I replied after a pause. “Maybe!”

I squinted against the sun as I turned to look at him. His erection was hovering just above his stomach, bouncing rythmiclly.

I realised that I was actually feeling reticent, not about going back in but about us going in together. I knew that I would feel inhibited by his presence. I would be conscious of not wanting to upset him or do something that he wouldn’t like and I knew he was feeling the same.

“You go in first,” I said “I’ll follow in a few minutes. if I don’t find you I’ll meet you back here in about half an hour. How does that sound?”

He hesitated for a quite a while.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive!” I replied.

Actually, I wasn’t at all positive, but I knew that it was what he wanted and maybe what I wanted. I wasn’t sure, but I would soon find out.

“Okay!” he said quietly.

He sat up and looked around, step by step, pausing as he went as if testing my reaction, he gathered up his towel and took out the small plastic bag that we had brought with us. It contained a handful of condoms and lube that we’d picked up on various nights in the bars. My heart gave a little jump and I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach as he took out a few of each. My mind immediately ran ahead imagining what the logical conclusion of his actions was. A part of me was turned on by the thought but another, bigger part, felt a sense of loss. This was all so confusing.

Silently he moved off into the bushes.

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